1D Oneshots

I know there's heaps of these floating around but I wanted to have a place to put all the one-shots and ideas I'm not using elsewhere. I will occasionally be taking submissions- 4 or 5 at a time- so keep checking this description to see if they're open or closed. SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED! Sorry guys, I have a few on the backburner & life will be busy the next couple weeks, I just won't have time.


8. Blindfold - Louis



“Where are we?” I asked for the fortieth time in ten minutes.

Louis giggled- yeah, giggled- and said nothing. I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold, folding my arms and trying to look irritated, but I knew I was failing. He poked my cheek and I jumped, obviously not seeing it coming, and turned to fix him with the best ‘I Hate You’ expression I could without using my eyes. “Oh, you’re just too cute, Grace,” Louis said brightly, and I felt the car slow down.

“Are we there?” I asked, excited despite myself. He’d woken me up at the crack of bloody dawn- on the only day off I had this week, no less- shouting about having a brilliant idea and get dressed right now and why did I let Louis Tomlinson drag me into anything?

“No, red light,” Louis replied, snickering as I harrumphed and sat back. “But we’re almost there. Ten minutes. Want the radio on?”

I nodded and heard him press the buttons, and turn the volume up loud. I could still hear him singing along with Fall Out Boy, and I sang along too, at the top of my lungs, having the time of our lives. I nearly choked laughing when the announcer declared the next song to be Live While We’re Young. Louis groaned and I heard him slap the steering wheel, but I laughed and fumbled for the volume, turning the song up as loud as it would go. The car vibrated with the bass and I screamed the lyrics, not caring about staying in tune as long as I was having fun.

I risked a peek out of the blindfold, seeing Louis with his eyes fixed on the road, grinning and singing along without a care in the world. It was rare to see him so unguarded, and I was delighted every time he let me see him like this.

I’d been friends with Louis from the moment we met, in boot camp. Before he was put in One Direction. I had auditioned as a solo artist too but sadly didn’t make it beyond visiting Cheryl Cole’s house. I’d been gutted but had kept in contact with Louis throughout his time on the show, and three years later, we were the best of friends. Well. Sort of. I mean, there had always been a hint of something more, flirty conversations and long hugs and just general not-friends behaviour. But whenever I was single, Louis was not, and when he was single, I wasn’t.

But just lately, things had been taking a turn for the better, if you could call it that. Louis and I were both single at the same time and had been making the most of being able to hang out without cheating rumours flying around. Most of our meet-ups these days had been with one or more of the boys, or with Perrie or Sophia; this was our first Louis-and-Grace time in weeks.

“We’re here,” Louis said suddenly, as the music stopped abruptly and I felt the car pull to a stop. My hands went automatically to the blindfold but Louis stopped me, tutting. “Wait, I- I have something to say.”

“Okay?” I replied, puzzled. I had to be blindfolded to listen?

Louis took a deep breath and I heard him chuckle nervously. “Grace, I- I know we haven’t been as close as usual lately, and I hate that. I hate not having time to just mess around and not be Louis Tomlinson, y’know?” I nodded and Louis bounced in his seat. I was dying to take the blindfold off. “I was wondering if… um, well, if… ah, shit. I’m probably wrong in thinking this but do you wanna count this as a date?”

I ripped off the blindfold, shocked, and stared at him. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to smile, looking a little upset and sheepish. “Let me get this straight,” I began, as Louis leaned away to watch me, looking a little anxious. “You drag me out of bed at seven in the morning, drag me blindfolded to god-knows-where, and decide to ask me on a date now?”

“Um… yes?” Louis replied, grinning slightly.

“What if I said no?!” I replied, a little outraged and very, very flattered. I wouldn’t say no, of course, I’d love to be something… well, anything, with Louis, but really- the boy needed to plan these things better.

Louis glanced beyond me and slowly started to smile as if he’d read my mind. He probably had, the moron. “You haven’t seen where we are yet,” he mumbled and nodded, eyebrows raised, to whatever was behind me. I shook my head at him- still holding out on the answer- and turned around.

A mini-golf centre’s gates were less than a dozen yards away, open and inviting. I could see the course behind the fence and my mouth dropped. I had always wanted to go mini-golfing! “Oh my God,” I breathed, clasping my hands over my mouth. “Are you serious?! Oh my God!”

“Oh sure, get excited over that,” Louis grumbled good-naturedly, stepping out of the car and skipping around to open my door. “Two conditions- no, three,” he held up three fingers as I stood between him and the car door. “One, say yes. Two, say yes. And three-“

“Say yes?” I guessed, eyebrow raised.

Louis grinned and shook his head, the blindfold dangling over his finger as he held it before me. “No. Three; we do this blindfolded.”

“You’re insane,” I laughed, shaking my head. I was up for it though and slid my fingers between his, holding his hand loosely as I met his gaze. “I have a proposal,” I announced, the beginnings of a devious idea in my mind. “If you get a hole in one while blindfolded… I’ll say yes.”

“I have a better idea,” he replied, voice low as he stepped towards me. He was two inches taller but I didn’t back down, quite used to the fact that since the other boys had shot up and become taller than him, he enjoyed impressing his height on me. “If I get a hole in one, I get to kiss you.”

I tilted my head, pretending to think about it. Really, I was trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Flirting with Louis was nothing new, but this was more serious somehow. More… real. I still hadn’t given him an answer, but at this point I didn’t think it was necessary. I think he knew exactly what I was going to say; we’d talked about this once or twice before, after a few too many drinks. Louis had lamented that if I was single, he’d snap me up… and I hadn’t protested then, nor was I protesting now.

Kissing him was something I’d dreamed about many times… the thought of actually doing it was sending my mind into a meltdown. Louis raised an eyebrow and squeezed my hand lightly, bringing me back to earth. “You get a hole in one, Tomlinson, and I’ll kiss you,” I agreed. He grinned and winked at me as we ran for the gates. The course was quiet and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he rented the place out. He might have acted unprepared and like this was spontaneous, but there were some things- like dates, God knows I’d heard him planning enough- he took seriously.

Breezing through the course, full of laughter and hugs and Louis holding my hips to help me hit the ball the wrong way because I’d been winning and oh no, we couldn’t have that, I found myself standing three hours later at the eighteenth hole. I’d already taken my double-birdie shot and was watching Louis as he lined himself up, muttering to himself.

He swung. The ball made a click as the club collided with it. I watched, eyes wide, as it sailed through the obstacle and seemed to get lost for a minute or two. My jaw dropped when it appeared on the other side and rolled smugly to the hole. In one shot. I turned to see Louis standing a foot away, hands behind his back as he rocked on his heels, gloating without saying a word.

“Fluke,” I managed to cry, pointing at the course, the ball, eyes wide and mouth open.

“Still counts,” Louis replied, and tapped his lips with a finger. “I believe I’m owed a kiss?”

Still in disbelief, I quickly leaned in and pecked his cheek, intending on running away and leaving him in shock. I didn’t get too far; Louis had, again, apparently read my mind and caught my wrist, spinning me back around. Before I could breathe, his lips were on mine and my eyes fluttered closed, stepping close as Louis pulled me in.

I’m telling you now, my dreams had nothing on the real thing. 

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